Don't Stop Believing

Dear God:

Still I don't even know You when-

alabaster clouds gallop across
an African blue sky

a blowing of sweet stargazer lily
scent crosses your heavenly skin

as the sun beams on iced silvery
waters melting; breaks into a collage

your eyes twinkle on images created
by the moon's light add luster to the night

these things; a grain of You, remind me

that Your gallery is an open door of art

By. Vanessa RAmos